My heart was beating out of my chest. I have never been treated as amazingly as I have been today.
Well, I spent a whole 18 years in the woods, so I never really have had a chance to be pampered. I had to lay low for my first year here, for we couldn't be noticed. We just had to float in and out until they acknowledged us.
So being treated like a princess was priceless. My stylists were shocked when they saw my tattoo. It is "love extravagantly" written in delicate cursive on my collarbone. They said that I had to appear pure for the public (although Mary thought it was badass) to maintain Avi's reputation.
I didn't mind it.
Concealer can't conceal what that tattoo means to me.
Every night, my mother would whisper "live freely, laugh generously, and love extravagantly." I figured, after her death, I should keep her with me. She taught me kindness, strength, courage. She was an amazing woman.
The girl in front of me is not someone I know. She is poised, slender, chic. She isn't pretty. She is gorgeous.
I squeak as they begin to lead me to Avi.
It now occurs to me that he planned all of it.
He bought my dress.
He hired people to pamper me.
And he's not done.
I bite the corner of my lip to try and quell my smile.
Avi's eyes show anything but an innocent gaze.
They show awe, lust. They show amazement, joy.
All I can feel is giddiness.
He holds my waist and plants a kiss in my curled hair after changing.
"You look gorgeous," he whispered gently into my ear, and I felt a shiver roll down my spine.
He takes my hand and leads me to a town car waiting for us. He lets me in first, following shortly in after me.
"Partition, please," Avi asked in his melted-gold voice to the driver. A black window came up, blocking the driver off from us.
Avi scooted close to me, holding me close to his body. He placed a gentle kiss on my neck, followed by many more. I felt myself melt into him. The car slowed to a halt.
"What the hell?" Avi muttered against my neck.
Protesters.
Protesting our system.
I brought his eyes to mine. "Don't let them distract you," I say, in a smooth, low voice. I can tell it encouraged him more.
His lips soon met mine, his tongue exploring every square inch of my mouth. He soon ventured down, exploring my neck and collarbone. Sweat and spit gently wore away the concealer covering my tattoo, and Avi wiped the remaining makeup off to get a better look at it.
"Love extravagantly?" he read.
"Yeah," I pushed a strand of hair behind my ear. He smiled.
"Beautiful."
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Pushing through the crowds was stressfull, only seeing familiar faces with familiar names stressed me out.
They all recognized me.
They were all smart enough to know not to say anything.
Avi grasped my hand in his, and guided me out the door.
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Broken
Fanfiction\\Kavi// Kirstin didn't belong in the city walls. Didn't believe in the test, the limited choice, the planned life. Heck, she didn't believe in the strict appearance codes either. But she had to be here. For him. Avriel loved the order his society...
